Somehow you keep your heart from climbing out of your throat. You feign honest confusion, “You mean you didn’t order this family sized pizza?”
Again you feel Kana’s hand tense on your shoulder with the effort of not squeezing. One of the twins chuckles, their large ears lowering conspiratorially. You realise then that only the fluffy insides of their ears are white, the backs the same rich orangy-caramel colour as their short hair, but are very much distracted by them whispering loud enough for you to hear, “I hope it comes with extra sausage.”
Your face goes blank. Were this any other circumstance you’d have very pointed words to say about that, or at the very least a withering glare. But right now you’re still a bit too busy trying to control your thundering heart, grateful for the distraction of Kana flatly pointing out, “You’re not even holding a pizza.”
“Oh damn, I knew I was forgetting something! I’ll just go and - yep, okay staying right here.”
The seated woman regards Kana with a warning glare. Then she turns to the orange-haired woman. “Mia, would you be so kind as to search her?”
“Gladly!” Smiling excitedly, Mia holds your gaze the entire time as she comes forward to kneel before you on the bed. Right before you, the very naked and exquisitely beautiful woman kneeling on the bed right before you, making it easy not to look down when you can’t look away from her enchanting smile and eager blue eyes, her pupils swelled round with excitement.
You feel yourself blushing, try to look away, to notice any other detail - like how her skin is glossy smooth, her curled hair the colour of gleaming rust, and her ears the most fox-like yet, orange on the outside, creamy-white on the inside and tipped in glossy black.
Her ears perk. “You like my ears?”
You swallow, “They’re um, very… big.” You silently groan.
Mia chuckles, “Well, thank you.” She looks down at your lips, bites hers, and leans in meaningfully, her head angling as her lips draw close to yours. She stops before touching, and you find yourself holding your inward breath with your lips parted, waiting. She smiles, showing her fangs, cupping your cheek and running her thumb wetly over your lower lip.
“I like your lips,” she whispers for just you to hear, “they’re very soft.”
She pulls back, and you breathe out a disappointed sigh, coming back to your senses as you feel her pop the button of one of the many small pockets of your vest.
“H-Hey, wait a minute -” but before you can do anything about it Kana is kneeling behind you, her muscular legs wrapped around yours and her hands holding your shoulders with the most definite suggestion of force.
You shudder as she breathes in right next to your ear, her voice low as a growl that sends shivers down your spine. “Don’t. Move.”
You can’t help yourself, “Or whaAAAH-” Your entire body is shaking frozen, held in place by the distinct feeling of her sharp teeth holding the edge of your ear. She’s not hurting you, but the threat is very much there, drawing all your focus to the shivering awareness of her canines ever so lightly pressing into your skin, two frigid points amidst the languidly wet warmth of her lips holding your ear.
You distantly hear Amelia beside you tutting. “Kana, that isn’t necessary.”
You sense movement, and Kana’s mouth gasps free of your ear. Her hands and legs tense against you and her breath is felt in cool bursts on your wet skin as she winces, “Ow. Ow. Ow!”
You feel her suddenly go slack, panting for a long moment before breathing out a forceful growl. “Don’t pull my ears!”
Amelia’s tone is dangerously sweet. “Yes, it isn’t pleasant when someone takes liberties with your sensitive ears, is it?”
Kana’s hands grip your shoulders, her tone rueful. “I was trying to keep this little brat still for Mia!”
Your mind catches up to you, and you distantly register that Mia has already gone through half the pockets on your vest, passing the varied contents back to the twins who pass them onto the seated woman, whose ears and eyes are now attentively focussed on a small, grey usb-c adaptor. You freeze, taking great care not to react, not to sigh in heartfelt relief as the woman places the apparently uninteresting adaptor on the table next to her amidst a small flashlight, spare climbing rings, a stick of gum and so on.
In time Mia comes to the small pocket near your hip. You cringe, your arms flinching forwards, stopping as you feel a hand reach up the back of your neck, cupping the base of your head. You feel claws, but they’re careful not to scratch you as the hand bunches into a fist, pulling your hair in a way that leaves you gasping up at the ceiling in a feeling far sweeter than simple pain.
“See?” you dimly register Amelia’s sweet voice, “there’s always a nicer alternative.”
Distantly you feel Mia open the pocket and pull out the contents, it all feeling suddenly unimportant as you stay gasping up at the ceiling - until you remember what those contents were! You struggle to look down just as she looks up, one eyebrow raised. She smiles knowingly, and this time it undoes you for a whole new reason.
“Mia?” the seated woman asks, ears perked with interest.
Without a word Mia passes the contents back to the twins, who gasp and giggle as they pass them onto the seated woman. You swallow, make yourself look, see her sitting there holding a pair of condoms in one hand and a small tray of blue pills in the other, regarding you expectantly between them.
“Whaat?!” you squark when you can’t bear the silence any longer, as difficult as it is to say anything with Amelia sweetly gripping the back of your neck, “I’m responsible, ahaa, sue me!”
The seated woman nods at Amelia, who eases her grip free of your neck. Your body untenses all at once, letting you can breathe at last.
Still panting, you look over your shoulder more than a little ruefully, “What happened to not hurting guests?”
You hear Amelia breath in sharply, look up to see a look of genuine horror on her face. “I’m so sorry, was that too hard? Did I hurt you?”
“No I,” you can’t help yourself, that look of honest hurt so much more than you can bare, especially given the truth. “Not, not exactly, no.”
Kana chuckles darkly behind you. She reaches one clawed hand around to hold your neck where it is, keeping you looking back over one shoulder as she moves to the other. She uses that growling tone you feel deep inside, it now sounding different somehow, hungrier, her breath hot against the exposed side of your neck. “Oh, come on, you loved it!”
Again, you just can’t help yourself. “So you’re psychic then? How do you know I AAAHAAA!” Her teeth sink just into your neck around the sensitive bridge, her lips holding your trembling skin and applying the lightest suction to wrench another moan out of you.
She lets go, leaving you panting hard and blushing before her, barely able to hear her stating with pride, “I know.”
“You, and I,” you manage between breaths, “need to have, a talk, about consent.”
You hear a crinkling pop, look up to see the seated woman having removed one of the blue pills, holding it up between two claws to her golden eye. Your heart stops, and seems to start again in painful reverse as she looks down at you with what looks like genuine curiosity.
You swallow hard, unable to shift the lump in your throat, nor keep your voice completely level as you feign indifference, “You never know when you’ll need painkillers?”
“Or viagra,” one twin adds, making you stare at them in stunned betrayal.
They both lean forwards in a way that brings their small and shapely breasts together, which you are not looking at. You look anywhere else, noticing the light shade of pink deep within the white insides of their ears, the same pink as their cheeky smiles. You can’t even see the slitted pupils within the darkest brown of their eyes, seeming to see right through you.
The one nearest to the seated woman inclines her head towards the condoms and tablets, asking, “And is that for your partner,” before the other finishes, “or for you?”
You stare at them in genuine shock. “That’s a bit of a personal question!”
The twins look at each other, nodding, “For her.”
Heat rises to your cheeks, and you don’t know if it’s a blush or anger. “Hey, how would you like it if I asked what was in your pants?”
Both the twins look down at their bare legs. Both the twins open their bare legs, spreading them wide before your gaze.
You learn two unexpected things then. First, that their hair is naturally caramel. And second, that there’s a personal reason why one of them recognised viagra.
You look up into their cheeky smiles, hating yourself for blushing. “Look, I can’t exactly carry a handbag on a job, so it all ends up in my vest, okay?! There’s nothing weird about -”
“Tell me about this job,” the seated woman asks.
You immediately stop talking.
She raises an eyebrow. “No witty rejoinder?”
“I, uh… I’ve come to clean the pool?”
The twins giggle. “She is horny!”
“My mind is trying to dig itself OUT of the gutter you’ve dragged it into, thank you!”
You remember Mia before you as she makes a high-pitched chuckle. You’re still wondering if you heard that right, until she leans closer again, reaching with both hands around to the back of your neck, pulling you forward towards her parted lips. She stops you even closer this time, so close you can feel her breath on your open lips, swear you can feel her whisper, “But we could have so much more fun if you didn’t.” She looks down then, her pupils narrowing slightly as she notices something.
She slides one hand around the side of your neck, the side Kana exposed and… interacted with. You shiver as Mia runs her touch past the wet spot, tracing down to the hem of your top, where an inch of silver chain is peaking out.
Oh no.
You try to keep your face blank as she pulls the necklace free of your clothes. You feel Kana reach up, wince as her claws pinch your skin and the clasp pops free, the chain falling away from the large, impractically thick silver coin now in Mia’s hand.
Her ears tense forwards and her eyes visibly dilate as she examines it carefully, turning it over and over, your nervous voice blurting out: “It’s uh, just a family heirloom, a good luck charm, a -”
You didn’t notice Mia’s claws until now, even when she stroked your lip or held your neck, making you belatedly realise how deft she is. But you notice her claws now, pale and creamy, one pointing at the centre of the coin.
Your heart sinks, every nervous beat clearly felt as she uses the tip of her claw to trace the slightly raised shield in the centre of the coin’s design, feeling all the while like she’s tracing your straining heart. She presses in, and with a metallic click a section of the coin’s edge opens.
Fuck.
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